My hopes

Softness was crying. Lovely distance

crawls across time. I find myself

learning new tools to open the mind.

Am I lost in my heart?

Time will find the right words to cling

to. Even my sorrow cut me deep. I still

found myself seek the answers.

Knowing Jehovah, God is who I want.

After talking to a person of my past, that 

person made me realize just how different I 

am.

I saw myself change to recall all 

that we had. Even the memories made

me a little cold inside. Realizing that 

the time I walked had turned me into 

something.

Of what? Another leaf changing from

green to red to yellow to brown. My 

life is different. As much as I 

remember I can't feel as I did before.

Now days are just words. Not filled

with emotions. I am exhaling and 

finding just how much I can't go back.

When I talk my words are false

because I have no heart in them.

Only have pity on those who were

still tracing their lines over and over.

I am saddened by how they have yet to

move forward. For this I am motionless.

Not stuck. Past. Mindfully aware 

of the projection they give.

And as I aimlessly walk

until my head is dislodged, I 

place my faith in hope.

The hope of moving forward

once more, in a fashionable pace.

Not lingering on the details of 

the ordeal but how the lesson

brought joy.

Perhaps to say least, I am

rewriting the rough draft of this

chapter of my life. Lingering long

enough to cross out those who

and what are not going further in 

my book.

This new draft is the start I 

need to carry forward.

Simple as it sounds, 

     most complex it is.

To that I leave all to Jehovah, God

to help build and strengthen me.